I cried. I cried a lot.
I looked other people and cried. When i looked at them and knew that we shared the same pain, i cried again.
How can i have such a lot of tears to let them out unknowingly?
I never cry over myself. But i cried for other things.
Well...
Thank you. At least i know that i also have a soul, a soul that ridiculously a cry-baby.
For whoever you are, whatever your story,
Crying with you was a big memory to me. Realizing that we shared the same pain was also a great feeling to me.
Yeah, you.
A little monster that lived in my heart.
A giant wrecker that crushed my heart.
And a shining star that blinked me.
